Seasons Love

Seasons remind me there is a chance

Summer for love, winters romance.

Spring moons golden glow, nowhere else

Autumn leaves changing
The past falls away
Preparing for the winter
The darkening of the days

Winter now consumes me
I take

The golden leaves of Autumn now are falling,
crisp beds upon the forests dampened floor,
Winters hand will soon be in the

Sunnandaeg


It would be nice to return
to the rainbow days
of approaching spring,
feel the surrender in the snow,
the lost edge

The wind blew low,
Chanting a song so long
Kneading the grass as though
It was a baker's dough
Heralding the change in the weather
Bringing